Somewhere along the Thailand border, we arrived, lived and anguished in one of those refugees camps...We existed among many thousands other Cambodian refugees, in a Vietnamese refugee camps among other huge refugee camps, like a tiny island in the vast archipelago. There we lived, prayed, and survived probably one of the harshest time in our lives.
But we were happy. Many of us got out of the refugee camps and are happy with where we are now; many of us do not; and still some of us never got out alive. They died and got buried somewhere in the dense jungle along the border, filled with mines and inhumanity. A place roamed only the wild animals, and infested with menacing men. The Khmer Rouge, the Para, the Thai special force, and the PAVN (People Army of Vietnam).
Until we came.
Lived, hoped, and survived or died
These are only the pictures in our possession, and our stories. If you stumble across this blog site, please post any pictures, stories for our children to see how their parent escaped, lived, and build a life as they have today....
And today pictures, stories too. We are all eager to learn about each other family
Send stories and pictures to hungfng2.vnlr@blogger.com and it will be posted here for all to share.
BATAAN REVISITED -Venerable Abhinyana
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Because I Care
THE SKY WAS OVERCAST as we left Manila— my two companions and I— on the
morning of December 19th 1999 for what used to be the Bataan Refug...
5 years ago
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